办公室里，陆沉 exacerbatingly tapping his pen against his desk. The spreadsheet before him was a mess of red ink, numbers jarring against the white background. He'd meant to focus, but some nameless irritation had his mind snagging on things that weren't business.

His phone buzzed. Expectedly, it was a report from his security team. He glanced at the caller ID, then sighed, tapping the answer button.

"Sir?"

"The apartment complex on Sterling Drive," he said, voice clipped. "You know the one where your underlings had that little... misunderstanding. Any updates?"

Silence on the other end for a beat. Then, "Sir, Ms. Jiang is still inside. She... she mentioned you."

A knot, somehow tighter than the spreadsheet, tightened in his chest. He snapped the phone shut, leaning back in his chair and running a hand over his hair. Sterling Drive. Jiang Yuqing. The name hit him like a physical blow each time, and even now, after all this time, it still sent a jolt through him.